A Demonic Dance

Chapter Fourteen: Trending

QUICK QUESTION
Do you want a sad or happy ending for this book? Because atm I can't decide between EXTREME ANGST or like happiness

"Why when I log onto twitter are you no.1 trending with someone called 'Dream' under the description 'strange man walks in on GeorgeNotFound's stream'?"

George stared shocked at his computer screen as SapNap burst out laughing

"They did it!" He screeched, George wincing at the sound in his ears, turning the volume down. "I told them to get it trending and they fucking did it! THANK YOU CHAT."

"Language." Bad replied, still confused as SapNap just burst into hysterics.

"So- so, earlier on George—" he paused to laugh, finding the situation much more funny then George was. "So basically George has a man in his house and he's been standing behind George— he's been standing behind George with bloody signs and stuff."

Bad let out a small "oooh" sound as George internally cried, checking twitter to see it was in fact trending.

"Why would you do this to me SapNap." He whined, not even bothering to glance at the chat anymore as he knew exactly what he'd find there.

"Oh! And at the beginning of the call he wa—"

"SapNap shut up!" He cut his friend off. He'd rather not have to remember what happened himself, let alone have a combined 110,000 or so people be told all about it as well.

Twitter was having enough of a felid day already without the added information that would spur then into a frenzy.

"Nonono George I want to hear this." BadBoyHalo asked, now, like the viewers watching, completely hooked on to the story.

"No, no no no, no. SapNap you say one more word and I'll tell them about that time you told me about how when you first tried out college accommodation your roommate nearly convinced you into joining thei—"

"GEORGW NONO SHUSH AHHH ALRIGHT ILL SHUT UP JUST SHAHSHHA NONONO SHUSH."

Now it was Georges time to laugh. He knew it'd come up as useful blackmail eventually.

"Oh come on guys." Bad whined again. "SapNap?"

"Nope, my lips are sealed." He said in a rushed voice as George relaxed back in his seat, letting out a deep sigh as peace was brought back to the TeamSpeak call and the Minecraft server was calm gain.

That was till yet again, Dream just had to poke his head around the corner.

"GEORGE IM FUCKING TRENDING."

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"Dream I can not believe you! What even was that!" George questioned, crossing his arms and glaring at the male in front of him who was currently splayed out on the sofa, trying to act as innocent as possible.

It had been an hour or two since Dream had last invaded Georges stream and the British had just logged off, the stream having dragged on for a good four hours after some others had joined the SMP, an annoying sixteen year old called Tommy (who George had no clue why they even invited onto the server in the first place) and his friend had joined and ended up keeping both SapNap and George busy as they struggled to stop the two youngsters from burning down the entire world.

"I think Georgie, what you mean to say is 'oh thank you Dream so much for all the viewers you helped me gain because of your awesomness'." The male poorly intimidated, putting on a British accent that seemed eccentrically posh. "And you can't dispute the facts Georgie, I saw that viewer count rise. Honestly I think I should feature in your videos more often."

George huffed in responce. "First off, stop calling me Georgie, its just weird."

"Kay Georgie." He replied, wearing a stupid smirk George just wanted to slap right off his face.

"And secondly, that accent better not have been an imitation of my accent because I am not that posh.'

"I can see." Dream replied starkly before receiving a beating of a pillow to the head.

"Holly shit George! Jesus christ man stop! No George stop, stop are you fucking trying to smother me or something you little shit!?!?" Dream exclaimed, holding his hands out in front of his face try hide from the pillow attack George was currently unleashing on him. Looking around George quickly grabbed another pillow off the sofa as Dream tried to sit up. As is that would do anything to stop his onslaught.

"Nope, nope I've had enough." Dream declared, somehow getting off the sofa and running at George who was barreled into the ground, the pillows softening his fall as he rolled over, leaving Dream long behind on the floor he scrambled to his feet, sprinting off. Although there may not be a lot of room in the apartment, there sure was a lot of furniture to dodge around.

"You'll never catch me!" George squealed as out of the corner of his eye he could just about see his chaser scrambling off the floor behind him, following close on his tail.

"George come heeeere." He called after, barreling behind him.

Looking around quickly George spotted the dining room table, running behind it quickly as Dream stopped on the other side, playing a game of cat and mouse as each followed each others movements on opposite sides of the table. Dream following Georges every move.

He had George trapped. Or did he?

Calculating his next move , George dived to the left side of the table, Dream following fast on his side of the table before George changed direction, just as Dream was practically on him he used his momentum to somehow complete the seemingly impossible feat of sliding under the table and scrambling under to to the over side, rushing back to the living room.

All confidence he'd had in making some distance between them however was crushed as Dream volted himself over the table with surprising grace, giving the smaller barely enough time to process how he'd even done it yet alone decide where to run off to next and before he could even blink he found himself pinned against the closest wall by Dream.

Both were breathing heavily, Dreams hair a ruffled mess from his pillow beating, Georges heart practically beating it's way out of its ribcage, begging to be free.

Nothing was said as they stood catching their breath, one of the taller's hands resting next to his head, the other hanging limply at his side, ready to shoot out however if George tried to escape out.

"Looks like I caught you Georgie." Dream muttered, his voice sending shivers down George's spine, his now calmed breath tickling Georges nose.

With Dream breathlessly staring him in the eyes, he could barely process his own words, his breath still coming out in heavy gulps for air. You'd think he'd just run a marathon not been chased around his living room. But also you would have to factor in the fact that his heart may have slowed down its incesent pace a tad faster if he wasn't currently pressed against a wall by his devilish roommate.This is why, instead of saying anything coherently linking to the events that just happened he ended up chocking out. "Fuck you. You're sleeping on the sofa tonight." In a shaky voice which for some ungodly reason just made Dream smirk even more.

"You do realise thats gunna cause more pain to you than to me right?" Dream unhelpfully pointed out, making George groan for what must have been the 15th time that day. "Cuz you know, the sofas uncomfortable and all, but well, you know..." He trailed off, gesturing over to the sofa before looking back at George almost pitifully.

"I hate you so much Dream." Was the only response he gave the demon as he was released from his position against the wall, walking over to his room, not wanting to have to glare at his stupid face a second longer

Awww, I Love you too George."

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I went from having absolutely nothing to write for this chapter to 'hey, how about they have a pillow fight' abs well... it escalated from there

The sexual tension be building 😳

Don't worry tho, these dumbarses won't realise it for another... like...? Let's just say it's a while

Patience is keeey

-Spidey